That question shouldn't be one Ford has to think about. And yet he does, which is...pretty telling, really. He blinks, brows furrowing slightly in thought as he tries to remember if he already had dinner. Or if he ate at all that day.

When he realizes the answer to those questions are no and also no, he grimaces a little, suddenly feeling sheepish. He's just gonna not answer Stan's first question. He's not gonna like the answer.

"Ah... It's been a while since I've been into town, so there's not much variety, but..."

He nods towards the hall to their right, before gesturing for Stan to follow him.

"Come on, kitchen's this way. You can see for yourself."